Ray

“You did not let me keep my name, so I will strip you of yours. In this world you are what I say you are, and I say you are a ghost, a long night's fever dream that I have finally woken up from. I say you are the smoke-wisp memory of a flame, thawing ice suffering under an early spring sun, a chalk ledger of depts being wiped clean. I say you do not have a name.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“War is the whetstone that grinds down all sense, all humanity.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“-I don't know what to do with it -
-With what?
-With all the love I have for her. I don't know...where to - put it now.”
― Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Fleabag: The Scriptures

“This is my last love letter to you, though some would call it a confession. I suppose both are a sort of gentle violence, putting down in ink what scorches the air when spoken aloud.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood